The Past (Kairos backstories)

Lee Jihoon

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Name: Lee Jihoon 이지훈

Birthday: November 22, 1996

Species: Mutant

Power: Acoustikinesis

Description of power: User can create, shape and manipulate , a periodic disturbance of the medium (air, ground, water, etc) that radiates outward in straight lines in the form of a pressure wave. The effect these waves produce upon the ear is perceived as sound. From the point of view of physics, sound is considered to be the waves of vibratory motion themselves, whether or not they are heard by the human ear. User can mimic, intensify, hush, and distort, as well warp, strengthen, echo, speed up, and slow down sound, using it as a powerful physical force and high-speed movement. At low frequencies, sound is potentially fatal to living beings by causing internal damage, while high frequencies cannot be heard by normal humans but can be used for sonar-like effects. Since sound vibrations can travel through the air, ground, water and any form of medium, defense by using physical barriers is difficult. The vibrations can also affect at a molecular level. In essence, sound is an invisible, deadly weapon and a versatile tool.

Entered the Academy in Year 4 (19 years old), Currently in Year 4 (19 years old)

"Jihoon yah, one day, you will be the one taking care of business. Work hard, my son." The man looked down at his child. The young child laid in his bed, oblivious to the world. Pale skin, dark haired, the young boy was in his dreamland.

The Lee family ran a music school, talent and love for anything music through their veins. It would not be strange to find them composing music in their free time. Strumming his guitar, the older Lee brother stared blankly into space. "Hyung! What are you doing? Father is looking for you!" The younger brother came barrelling down the hallway, in the search of his brother.

"Coming!" Jihoon called. He scrambled to his feet, walking towards his brother. "What is the matter? Is there something wrong?" Jihoon questioned once Jiwoon came to a halt at his feet.

"Your songs. Father found them on your computer, and he's pissed! Hurry!" Jiwoon panted out, catching his breath.

The older boy tensed. His songs? Did Jiwoon mean ... his pop songs?

Jihoon rushed to his room, only to find his father sitting on his bed, face red and breathing heavily. "What is the meaning of this? What is this ... this nonsense?" His father spat, gesturing at Jihoon's computer screen. The screen was lit up, many of his compositions, both drafted and completed songs were displayed on the large screen.

"My songs? Father, I do not see the problem - What is wrong?" Jihoon's eyebrows creased, face full of confusion. Why was his father so mad? What was wrong with his compositions?

"What is wrong? You have the nerve to ask what is wrong? THESE ARE NOT CLASSICAL MUSIC PIECES! THEY ARE POP SONGS!" His father thundered. Shock registered in The teenage boy's face. So what if they were pop songs?

"Our family has had many generations composing many great CLASSICAL pieces. Yet, you compose rubbish POP songs. They are completely different genres and types! What's the problem? What's wrong? You and your compositions are the problem! You are a disgrace to the Lee family! A shame! Even Jiwoon does better than YOU!"

The insults hurt, they wounded Jihoon deeply. But they kept coming, each word spat by his father venomously at him.

"You are useless! Completely untalented! Not only are you a disgrace, your compositions are horrendous! Learning the drums, the guitar, instruments that can get you nowhere! Don't let me get started on your room! Full of pop artistes, no Mozart or Bach in sight! And you call yourself a Lee? Are you even my son?"